I hope russell isn't right, but i fear he might be. I am yet to understand why constructive engagement is perceived as neutrality and therefore treated as a non event. To the admins - great move in recognising the merits of this article and featuring it. Marco
I never thought I would say this. I am sick to death of university. Sick to boredom, sick to anaemia, sick to wasting – sickly in every single way except in the way that could be diagnosed and classified, treated and cured. This is not to say that I am tired of knowledge, that I am exhausted with the art of accumulation. I am a prodigious collector of invis
Thanks Dune, Now if only i could rid myself of these juridical robes i carry around with me... Marco
What about crows who are actually ants, and ants that that are actually crows? I usually find that if you put up your hand to being a crow you're usually an ant. Unless, of course, you include self-delusion as one of the higher mental faculties Marco XX
Usually I'm against knee-capping as a punishment, thinking it vulgar and cruel. However, after reading that.... Marco
Mig, You exhibit all the behavioural traits of that fine creature. A rose called by any other name...eh? Marco XX
The new country's on its way. In the spirit of Australia's White Australia policy, circa 1964 - flora and fauna have first citizen rights. Humans are going to have to go through a gruelling process to obtain citizenship. I am yet to work out the details but i do know that it is going to involve some sort of self-flagellation under the watch of cruel monkey overlords, testing the supplicants loyalty to all that is non-human. Of cours
You got it right on the mark. At most political labels are descriptors of poltical tendencies, not personal absolutes. It is usually one tendency criticising the other that brings differences to the fore and allows the similarities to recede into the background static. When i judge a person i never take their arm or knee as being representative of the whole and judge with that as my basis, i hardly expect people to do the same with others bas
I know. Time to go to bed, but i couldn't help it. The ad where the guy jumps off the balcony and bounces a very buxom (sp?) brunette off a pool side chair to get at her beer. Being a male subjected to the constant whims and fancies of lust, this ad can't help but impart satisfaction the moment he innocently asks "What?" when she galres at him. Us mere males are comforted by the small thought that sometimes the more important things in life (b
Marx, like politics, was the sum of his age. Sometimes the individual is too small for the nation and sometimes the nation (in this case Germany) is too small for the individual. And like most political and economic theorists he failed to take into account the weakness and overriding strength of humanity - its passions and its passion for power. As far as good politics, i don't think such a thing exists. Politics requires the objectification o
I think that this story has at its heart the fall and original sin. Its writer and the story itself is more insightful than either of them know. Humans could not, should not, start from a state of perfection. When you're standing on the summit of a mountain and you have no wings, which way do you go? Sally, <TD class="mb-Body-Quote-
Politics, it’s everywhere but we never see it, insidious bastard that it is. Is it another word for relationship? Are there things/objects involved? Manufacturing processes and plants, tanks and planes, roads and bridges, dollars and bonds. Is the art of politics about dominion over people or things? Is it the art of facilitating the relationships between p
Meeting internet love: Did i say i love you? Sorry. Wrong email address. Unrequited love: I like depression and angst. Let's not make this about you. Birthday: It's the thought that counts. If this card doesn't reach you, it's because it was telepathically sent and don't blame me for your deficiencies. I'm sorry: I'm sorry you think you deserve an apology. I am not sorry: Read the definition for sorry and then
I'm one of those all too common examples of a humanist who believes in the study of man without having any belief or faith in the subject of study itself. I'm like the kid who believes in Christmas, but has no faith in that particular of Christmas spirit - Santa. I am also more than aware that in pigeon holeing this area (or more accurately, describing how these people pigeon hole themselves) I place myself in a small, claustrophobic space of
I fucking hate demographics, stereotypes, statistical generalisations and inductive manipulations. I hate it even more when all the above seem to prove themselves as valid mechanisms to measure and judge a whole suburb. My father has recently opened a business in a somewhat swanky area of Sydney. Harbour views and stately houses on expansive plots of
Mason, Thankyou. Not so sure if it's poetic talent. Just a need to wail on the keyboard periodically. Some call it whining, i call it writing. The difference is so small it's negligible. Once again. Thankyou. Dyl, The more Dylan's the better. Wait to we get our cloning lab up and running. The world won't know what hit it. Marco XX
Thanks Sally, Dune, I think of writing in this way. Writing as memory, but an inverse version of memory, a thing that exists on the outside looking in, misted windows and all. Writing always makes me feel bad weather, but in a good way. 30 degrees outside, blue sky going on white, butterflies on flowers, if i'm writing, there's a storm on the horizon, wind in the willows and fireplace conversations with the rattle of ghosts and shutte
He has and I'm betting he enjoyed it. (God that is) Pleeeeease Dyl, don't hate me for it. God's wrath i can understand and withstand. Yours on the other hand would leave me shattered Marco XX
My silence is born out of a fundamental dishonesty. I cannot speak because I cannot lie, and I cannot remain silent because I cannot speak the truth. What an interesting and logical paradox. The suppression of truth inevitably leads to one talking to oneself. The “I” becomes the only person you can speak to without suffering a crushing shame. This is what he
A clue indeed. A creed almost. As always Kingbee, a comment that I'm proud to receive. Keep em' coming. Marco
Continue. We need frontline soldiers here, a foray that extends beyond the cliche of a dead vanguard. By the sounds of it, what you intend to write, what you feel the need to write, would be welcome. It would be educational in the way that all insights into the "other" are. The more you write, and the more honestly you write, the more you will find that agreement and disagreement are genuine and not just passing glances that leave one unsatisfied and u
Damn straight it is. You can't have a powerful protagonist without the downfall and self loathing to ease the hatred. Thankfully Americans possess a wicked sense of humour and a large base of dissent. Marco XX Sorry. Stupid, stupid comment.
AND when i finally got you outside you spent the whole car trip yelling at me over the noise of the kombi about how i'm not "confrontational" enough and waste my mind I'll never do that again. You're the only person I know where an argument I'm sure i have the upper hand in feels like stabbing myself re
Can't wait to get married. Yep. Sounds like fun. Seriously. Marco XX
Sally, that's the stange thing about families, even crazy talk is somehow logical. A shared history can give reason and coherence to great many things, even conversations about drug dealers and their dogs that supposedly take drugs. It even makes my fathers suspicion of everything and his complete lack of paranoia in spite of that suspicion seem normal, even likable. Marco XX
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